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Monthly Archives: March 2020
Online Poetry Workshop
We just finished a global poetry workshop with Google Hangouts and it was a success. There were only three poets but we had representatives from both hemispheres so I was enthused. All the poetry was strong and the reviews … Continue reading
Our Nocturne
Our Nocturne Like Endymion, I worshipped Selene— my perfect muse— enticing yet unobtainable, and then you landed. Our time together— brief as a shooting star— concludes with this dance— before morning carries us apart. But we’ll still see the same … Continue reading
I could use some help
I firmly believe that best way to improve one’s poetry is to get feedback from other poets. I’ve been facilitating a monthly Living Poetry workshop for about ten years now and we’ve recently had to shift our meetings online due … Continue reading
The Omelet
The Omelet I unbroke that rotten egg right before it dropped into the bowl thus saving the omelet. It was just a fevered dream that my fellow voters insisted they loved the smell of sulfur and black spots in the … Continue reading
March 12th
March 12th Purple confetti on my car as if the dogwoods are celebrating the squishy ground but the birds are singing too loud, too early. I was up late partying with the trees. (Wrote this one at a little … Continue reading
The Luster of Gold
The Luster of Gold “God does not play dice.” Albert Einstein on Quantum Mechanics I order another glass of wine after calculating the odds my date will be late for dinner. While at the bar my phone jiggles and I … Continue reading
Lost at Home
The walls are comforting. They haven’t moved but the furniture is half gone. The echoes knock a sick spot in my stomach. I won’t miss the television. The couch can be replaced— but not you. Take the pots and pans, … Continue reading
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 